65 - White Noise

Soren I am stuck with the white noise of my thoughts, my mind unable to focus on anything other than Celia and the devastating look of betrayal on her face. Her tear stained cheeks and the way she was unable to look me in the eye before she left. Celia will be back in no time. She has no idea where she is and she does not have much on her. She left the seaside villa in her pajamas and I doubt that she has much money, if any, on her person. I have made my way back inside the home and have placed myself onto the couch. I stare out of the window, overlooking the sea. The waves crash onto the shore, high tide coming to an end as the waves peel back into the depths of the sea, the shoreline growing as the sea retracts into itself. It is a sight to behold. Mother Nature works in mysterious ways and yet I can’t help but feel as if she is mocking me for not chasing after Celia. The scent of storm wind has not left my nostrils either, leaving me feeling helpless. I wait on the couch